Drought

DROUGHT Yes i've wandered cross the country where the Roo's can die of thirst and the rivers often dry up and the ground cracks like a curse where you watch the storms a coming but they don't bring bloody rain the wind has treetops humming left to scratch yer head again Oh the years they pass so slowly without the hiss of rain though you listen to the tin roof will it ever rain again? a Willy Willy passes through about 100 yards across sheets of iron in the twister too just our roof says the boss 2 years of drought and the rain it comes and buckets down for days fills up all the empty drums in this grey and murky haze oh the rivers coming down old mate get the stock to the higher ground they'll drown in the bottom paddock, great! put em on the sand hill clown! now flood does bring mosquito in the millions they'll be found and the sand flies eat the eyes out of the chooks...fowls upon the ground so we light the smoke fires in the hope some smoke can help a beast for the horses are a trotting while the mossies have their feast Mulga bush was thick out there (13% protein stock food) Back in the long ago Useless fellows bulldozed out And the topsoil off did flow And the stock do die in thousands Where the Mulga tree did grow Their bones do bleach on bare red soil Where there aint no grass to mow Don Johnson Too much water lately, a lot of the trees gone in Indonesia Maybe the monsoon came south? For P.D.s Rain contest